Drowning in the depths
Of a never ending sorrow
Dreaming of no wishes
No hopes for tomorrow
Captive in fate's prison
With no lucks to borrow

A woman praying silently
Crying in a dingy corner
While making her daughter
A dress and a veil to adorn her
Feeling helpless and hating herself
For being a useless mourner

"Only nine! She's too young!
God! Have mercy on her and me,
At least let this little child of mine
Break free from her poor fate and flee
I should be the one protecting her
But to whom could I ever plea?"

Her paper boat of resolve
Crumpled by cruel tides
Her unwanted daughter was about
To become the youngest of brides
The Young woman familiar herself
With this feeling churning her insides

Crying and praying ceaselessly
No trace of sleep until dawn
She had to wake her tiny girl
Looking as helpless as a fawn
The white gown of a black destiny
Turned her into a wingless swan

Carefree she placed her small hand
In her mother's sweating palm
Too happy of playing house
Yet trying her best to stay calm
Her dad finally was looking at her
And calling her by her name Ahlam!

Her mom seemed unable to breathe
Strangled by ropes of a thought
Recalling her own wedding night
When she'd screamed and fought
She seemed to be losing her faith
In the miracles she'd long sought

Upon seeing the old man
Waiting to be her child's groom
Her vision got bloody blurry,
Could no longer see the room
She didn't want to kill anyone but
Couldn't stand her baby's doom

Her hand tightened around the knife
Hidden under her long dress
Her blood not even running cold
But completely frozen out of stress
Even at the price of her own life
She would free her child nevertheless


© DawnS.M